Ascension Through Generations

Just when Zhao Cheng was anxious and uneasy, the atmosphere in the room was not as sad as he imagined.

Zhao Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding the hand of his wife Wang Yuqi, and talked tenderly about every detail of the seventy years since their marriage.

Wang Yuqi is as skinny as a stick, and her face is covered with terrible age spots.

At this time, she had fallen into a coma and could not hear what her husband said.

However, Zhao Sheng didn't seem to have any sadness at all, and still spoke unhurriedly,

I don't know how much time passed, but Wang Yuqi's hand suddenly moved slightly, her eyelids squirmed a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes full of white spots.

Her eyes were dull, her eyes were scattered and confused, and she was a little panicked.

But after feeling her husband's withered old hand, Wang Yuqi immediately relaxed and showed a reassuring smile on her face.

"Brother Zhi Qin, I finally died in front of you. It's so good!" She murmured, her voice was very weak and low, almost inaudible.

"Yes! From now on, I will be the only one living alone. Well, I know you are afraid of loneliness." Zhao Sheng leaned into her ear and said softly.

"Brother Zhi Qin, you will always understand me best. Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to tuck his wife under the quilt and chuckled: "Why don't you remember that I used perfume to attract You and Yuyan. In order to attract your attention, I even played a piano song called "High Mountains and Flowing Waters".

"Ahem, I knew you had bad intentions. I was young and ignorant back then, so you easily deceived me."

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets! Never regrets!"

After saying that, Wang Yuqi's face suddenly turned unusually rosy, and her voice became clear again.

Zhao Sheng's heart tightened and he couldn't help but hold his wife's hand tightly.

He knew it was a flashback.

Wang Yuqi suddenly turned her face to the side, looked at Zhao Sheng with an extremely longing expression, and said expectantly: "Brother Zhi Qin, I want to hear you say it again, the love poem you gave me back then."

At this time, tears suddenly welled up in Zhao Sheng's eyes, his voice trembled slightly, and he chanted softly: "Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away in darkness. The golden wind and jade dew meet, and they defeat countless people in the world... "

After Zhao Sheng finished reciting his love poem, Wang Yuqi seemed to have fulfilled her last wish. Her face quickly turned gray, her breathing almost stagnated, and only the last trace of consciousness remained: "Brother Zhi Qin, I suddenly feel homesick. I miss my grandparents and dad." Mother, and my sister Yuyan. I want to go back——"

Before she could say the word "home", she suddenly loosened her husband's right hand weakly and stopped breathing forever.

Tears instantly blurred Zhao Sheng's eyes when he saw his wife passing away.

At this moment, he burst into tears.

When Zhao Sheng walked out of the house dejectedly, cries quickly broke out throughout the Zhao residence.

A month later, under the watch of his son Zhao Chenglei, grandson Zhao Xuanhan and others, Zhao Sheng boarded a carriage holding his wife's urn.

Then, driven by the Xiantian realm driver, the carriage slowly started and began to drive to Ganzhou, Liang State, more than 4,000 miles away.

…

As winter turns to spring, in March, all the peach blossoms on the peach trees in Nanyang City suddenly bloom overnight.

The flowers are fragrant and the fallen flowers are colorful.

On the day when the people of Nanyang were celebrating the Peach Blossom Festival, a shabby carriage stopped in front of an old mansion.

As soon as Zhao Sheng got off the carriage, he saw seven or eight men with knives and swords suddenly surrounding him, shouting: "No matter where you are from, leave quickly! The Zhao family will not see any outsiders today!"

"Be bold!"

The coachman Zhao Er was taught by Zhao Sheng personally, and he respected Mr. Zhao as a god.

Seeing this, he stepped forward and shouted loudly, and the innate true energy mixed in the sound waves suddenly burst out.

These seven or eight men had their eardrums and cochlea shattered on the spot and collapsed to the ground.

"Ouch, why can't I get up?"

"Ah, I can't hear you!"

They screamed repeatedly, their bodies completely lost their balance, and no matter how hard they struggled, they could not get up.

At this time, the expressions of the two middle-aged men in red who were guarding the door of Zhao Mansion suddenly changed wildly.

Different from ordinary lowlifes who were wandering around the world, they who came from the Blood Knife Clan could spot the heel and legs of that ordinary man who looked like a coachman at a glance.

This person turned out to be a rare innate master in Ganzhou, a being on the same level as the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Seeing something bad, the two Blood Knife Sect disciples were about to run to the Zhao Mansion.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a thin, white-haired old man with a broken arm suddenly appeared between the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, a momentum as heavy as a mountain came over, and the two of them were completely suppressed in an instant. Their bodies were unable to move, as if they were insects solidified in amber.

Fortunately, this terrifying momentum went away just as quickly as it came!

The two soon regained their freedom, but none of them dared to move, let alone report the news to the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Let me ask you, what happened in the Zhao Mansion? Who are you?" Zhao Sheng asked the two of them after putting away his innate pressure.

These two people did not dare to hide anything at all, and quickly confessed: "We are all disciples of the Blood Knife Sect. But we definitely have no ill intentions. It was the Blood Knife Patriarch who wanted to accept the third young master of the Zhao family as his disciple, so he came to the Zhao family in person . We are just guarding the door to prevent outsiders from disturbing us."

"Accepting a disciple?"

Zhao Sheng frowned and thought to himself: "If you really want to accept a disciple, you shouldn't create such a battle?"

At this time, the coachman Zhao Er suddenly came over and said: "Old man, look at the way I am using the knife, I am afraid that the blood knife ancestor is coming with bad intentions! Do you think I should get rid of this person first?"

"Need not,"

After saying that, Zhao Sheng stepped into the ancestral home that he had not returned to for fifty years.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the reception hall of Zhao Mansion was extremely heavy.

Sitting at the head of the lobby was a ruddy old man with a beautiful beard hanging down from his chin. Although this man is over fifty years old, his hair is still dark and there are no wrinkles on his face. He is obviously proficient in health preservation.

On the left and right Taishi chairs at the bottom of the lobby, the four elders of the Zhao family sitting on the left are the elders of the Zhao family, and there are only two people sitting on the right.

The one at the top is an old man wearing a bright red robe, with a bald head and a dove face. He is unusually tall, and his appearance is even more sinister.

This is Chang Meng, the ancestor of the Blood Sword who is powerful in Ganzhou's martial arts world.

Sitting below him was an old Taoist priest with childish face and white hair holding a fly whisk.

Behind the two men stood a row of Blood Sword Sect disciples dressed in red. Their temples were bulging high, and one look at them revealed that they were all top-notch masters who were rare in the world.

Probably tired of waiting, the Blood Knife Ancestor suddenly asked in a gloomy tone: "How are your Zhao family's considerations? When will I let the Ancestor meet my precious disciple?"

After hearing this, the old man with a beautiful beard smiled and said: "Old Ancestor Chang, it is a blessing for our Zhao family that you can accept Jie'er as your disciple. It's just an unfortunate coincidence that Jie'er went to visit his great-aunt two days ago. Now. He hasn’t come back yet. Otherwise, after he comes back, I will ask Jie’er to take the initiative to become a disciple at the Blood Knife Sect. Do you think that’s okay?”

"fart!"